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RONIN if there's one thing i'm good at, it's surviving "Hey. She called me general on what was technically my deathbed. I'm not going to dispute that any further, okay?" Ronin smirked back at his friend and shrugged his shoulders, before turning his full attention over to his daughter. The awkwardness was like a physical presence in the guild with them, though it was obvious to anyone looking that Ronin was thoroughly enamored with Aoife, holding onto one of her tiny hands and kissing her dark curls. He pressed his eyes closed for a moment, merely standing to feel the weight of her in his arms, before glancing back up at Remi. "Let's sit?" he suggested in a voice rougher than he would have liked, already padding over to sink down before the fire with his daughter cuddled close. "I... well. As far as I understand and was told, Ashetta made a... a bargain for me, I guess you could say. She's... she was immortal. Mort, the god of death, he... fixed that inbalance, in exchange for my life. But I was a star - Safrin pulled me out of the sky, and I - I don't really know what I am now, Remi."